Rivers and lakes start from Shushan

Chapter 174 The 15th day of the first day, this beggar rests

"Princess, this is a letter from Miss Wushuang in the front yard."

Combing the flowers and plants in front of her, Gui Bing'e listened to the maid's voice, but did not answer.

It took a long time until she finished tidying up. Looking at the neatly combed flowers and plants, the path looked a little more beautiful. It was already a fairyland on earth, but now it can be called a heaven on earth.

She seldom manages the affairs of the Yamashita sect, and only occasionally listens to the reports of the maids.

I heard that the Xixia Kingdom has gathered a group of people to disturb the border of the Song Dynasty.

Guo Juxia still had fewer disciples, and he couldn't guard against fireworks everywhere in Wenzhou.

It is said that the Great Song Dynasty will move the Shenwei Fort to Wenzhou to fight against Xixia.

Gui Bing'e didn't have any opinion on these things, and she didn't go to travel thousands of miles to hunt down those evil thieves.

At most, I would go down the mountain once in a while to give some advice on how to practice swordsmanship.

Listening to that fellow apprentice named [Gu Zhihua], she often goes around Wenzhou to kill evil thieves.

When I came back occasionally, there was always blood on my body, and I didn't know if it was hers or the enemy's.

Gui Bing'e always listened to the news from the maids.

She is not as enthusiastic as Zhu Wushuang. Zhu Wushuang is busy with things every day, sorting out the scenery in the mountains.

The Shushan sect is too big, and now there are only a few hundred people living in the inner and outer sects.

These people are just the fallen leaves every day, and they can't be cleaned up.

Therefore, many people were invited to specialize in cleaning, and the road leading to the town also had to be cleaned.

Yang Ke left a lot of money, which is enough to maintain this consumption, not to mention the money allocated by the Song Dynasty treasury every month.

Gui Bing'e took in some more maids, most of whom were from poor families. Yang Ke built courtyards everywhere for her on the mountain. She didn't take in more people, and it was very difficult to maintain them at ordinary times.

Looking at the letter sent, it was not Wushuang's biography on sect affairs, but a letter from Yang Ke, Feiying's biography:
You asked about the return date but it has not yet been announced. The rain at night in the high mountains swelled the autumn ponds.

Why should we cut the candles from the west window together, but talk about the rainy night in the mountains.

After reading it twice more, the corner of his mouth curled slightly, like joy, but also like disdain.

"What poem did he give Miss Wushuang?"

The maid was watching secretly, and suddenly heard Gui Bing'e's question. After thinking for a while, she read:

The red bean is born in the southern country, and a few sprigs come out in spring.

May Jun pick more, this thing is the most acacia.

Listening, Gui Bing'e read it a few more times, her face became slightly colder, and the paper in her hand seemed to have a layer of frost.

But, but did not abandon.

Yang Ke is also in a dilemma. The act of copying poems is not easy to do, especially if the bowl of water is flat.

Wushuang is easy to fool, but Gui Bing'e has a long history of education, and her family is a scholarly family.

Let's not write this, Yang Ke predicts that he will definitely be left out when he returns to the sect, and he can only do his best. Women are more difficult to deal with than those natural dangers and desperate situations.

Looking at the mountain peak not far away, straight into the sky, it seems to be made of ice and snow, and the whole body is shining with crystal light.

I'm afraid it's impossible to climb such a mountain wall.

Looking at it from a distance, the stone peak seemed very small. When I got closer, I realized that this ice peak was probably hundreds of feet wide.

There must be something strange up there.

With Yang Ke's eyesight, he couldn't even see how high the ice peak was. Although his lightness kung fu was mysterious, it was difficult to climb facing such an extreme peak.

After watching for a while, although they were all full of curiosity, Yang Ke and the others still left.

With the power of weapons, no matter how high the mountain is, Yang Ke is confident that he can climb to the top as long as he spends some time.

However, it's not worth it!

Looking at the mountain peaks in the south, it gradually lowered, and even faintly visible smoke from cooking.

He walked south, and not long after walking, he encountered a mountain spring in a mountain nest. This mountain nest was in a sheltered and sunny place, which was a very good resting place. Yang Ke took out a few pots, I directly boiled the water with zhenqi and made a delicious meal.

The horses were released to graze and eat the weeds in the valley.

After the feast, head towards the south, which is much faster than climbing up.

Many horses jumped down from many high cliffs, and the journey of almost three to five days was completed in one day.

……

"Who passed by here?"

At the mountain spring where Yang Ke and others had rested, a middle-aged scribe with a pale appearance, about 50 to [-] years old, appeared here.

A handsome young man wrapped in animal skin was grabbing the bones and chewing on them, saying, "They are a few good people wearing white clothes."

The middle-aged scribe asked curiously after hearing the words: "How do you know they are good people?"

"They let the horses eat so much grass that I couldn't finish, and left so much delicious food for me, so of course they are good people."

"They still ride horses?"

"The horses are very tall and very good-looking."

"Are they male or female?"

"What kind of men and women, they are all good-looking."

"Are you good-looking?"

"People are good-looking, and horses are also good-looking. Ah, I'm full, and I forgot to save some for you, uncle and grandpa."

The young man patted his round belly, lay on his back on the ground, turned his head sideways, looked at the middle-aged scribe, pointed to a pot on the ground, and said, "Uncle, grandpa, I will leave the soup in the pot for you to drink! "

The middle-aged scribe looked at the pot and was silent for a moment.

Later, he asked again: "Where did they come from?"

The boy pointed in the direction.

The complexion of the middle-aged scribe changed immediately. He jumped out and didn't come back until the next day, his face was full of anger.

"Uncle, Grandpa, you just came back now. If you don't come back again, I will drink the soup. I won't keep it for you. It will go bad."

As the young man spoke, he saw the middle-aged scribe, slapped the soup pot flying with his palm, and fell into the spring.

He reached out, grabbed the young man, and asked, "Where did they go?"

The boy pointed to the front and asked, "Uncle and Grandpa, do you want to eat the bones they made?"

"I'm going to knock them into bones, and you can call me uncle in the future."

The middle-aged scribe said, grabbing the boy and galloping forward.

As soon as he jumped up, he was only ten feet away, and his movement technique showed no trace of fireworks, which was very exquisite.

……

After walking in the mountains for a few more days, Gongsunli and Hu Xiaoxian were a little tired after walking in the mountains for such a long time.

Arriving at a familiar place, you can feel the smell of fireworks in the west, which is the smell of human habitation, which can only be found in a place where more than 10 people gather.

Nanyang City is just to the west.

Nanyang County is heading west, about a few hundred miles away, there is Qixia Town.

Now that he's here, and since he's taken this route, Yang Ke naturally wants to take a look.

This small town is still as peaceful as the first time I saw it. It's not like the mountain people I met in the mountains. The people here are very bold and most of them are watching. This is a very eye-catching line.

Even in the main roads, such characters seem to be rare.

"Take your money away. Today is the 15th day. On the [-]th day of the new year, I have a rest. I will not open. Take it away! Take it away!"

A somewhat arrogant beggar was leaning against the wall, basking in the sun, pointing at a person passing by him, and shouting.

This beggar?
Gongsunli and the others immediately avoided them, fearing that the beggar would scold him.

Yang Ke looked at it, smiled slightly, walked forward a few steps, and heard a familiar greeting:
"Sir, please come inside~"

(End of this chapter)